I always hoped to be king of something one day, perhaps of Liverpool (or the world), but I struggle keeping up with my schedule at the moment. If I was king I think it would get a bit too much. As an example, yesterday I landscaped part of my parents garden, varnished a bench, went to Lyman's stag do in Manchester, went to a wedding in Burnley and did a bit of shopping in between with Alfie. It was a good night. Unfortunately I danced like Carlton Banks again.
I do enjoy a good wedding but it often leads to conversations about relationships which I can find awkward. We were talking about whether long distance relationships can work and I commented that I have been involved in one for a while and it is tough going... but she is getting out on probation in a couple of weeks so things should get better. It didn't even get a smile.
Anyway, Lyman promised me a much touted trip to a place called Bradley's in central London while Alfie is promising a birthday party down there. No doubt both will be arranged for the same day. When will it end? I need a diary secretary.
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